Dreamblog MVP Gina writes:
Driving in the country, there was a man I admired very much, but I was also afraid of him. I was in pain somewhere. We arrived at a house. We were in the kitchen – something I remember about something he said – about helping me. About cleansing.
In the kitchen I was hurting and he took a pair of scissors and sliced the inside of both my upper thighs. Continue reading
Angela writes:
I lived in the house I grew up in (it’s always a nightmare when I dream I live in Blaine) Suburbs full of Republican Whitey’s and everyone drives EVERYwhere they go even if it’s a couple blocks, theres no sidewalks. My husband was leaving me, I was very sad crying and crying and crying. I was going to have to get a roommate and I would never be able to leave to suburbs. I was being very pathetic about the husband leaving and begging him to stay for the kids and such. He wouldn’t budge. My brother was not pleased how pathetic I was being so he took me to the market and we bought many cows. I decided to raise them all over my yard in the city of Blaine. Continue reading
Filed under: Dreams | Tags: animals, despair, nightmare, recurrent, terror
Max writes in:
This is an oldie, and more of the recurring nightmare type.
In this nightmare I’m going into someplace dark. Not so dark that I can’t see, but still pretty dark. It turns out to be an old basement with lots of dusty boxes stacked up with cobwebs everywhere. I’m feeling fine until I hear something coming towards me. I see that it is a bunch of rats and try to run away, but I find that it’s as if I’m running through water, and no matter how much I try to push myself I can’t go faster than a slow jog. As I’m running my eyes start to involuntarily close; I try to hold them open, and look back at the rats, but they just keep on closing, until I am fumbling about on hands and knees with my eyes only open as slits. I try to call for help, because I know that there are people in the lighted rooms above, but every time I try to yell it comes out as a hoarse whisper. I keep on scrambling towards the stairs, but know that the rats are going to catch me. The rats make non noise except for shrieks that sound like a fainter and more terrible version of my hoarse whisper. Eventually I wake up and paranoidly look about the room.
This was sent to a friend of the blog by one of her friends, I contacted the original dreamer and he was kind enough to let us put this up.
I had this terrifying dream last night. Humans were being held captive in these crazy cells as far as the eye can see, bright colors everything toxic, water and sludge, i escaped, and was trying to free the women in your family. lots of chasing, sharp blades and blunt red objects. and the funniest part is A-rod, this famous baseball player who is being charged with using steroids was the leader in charge of the army that was hunting me down.
Jason sends us the following:
I am in the Vietnamese jungle, being chased by Vietcong. I am out of ammo and scared, so I hide in a bush. I see many Vietcong pass me by, but my tension builds. Then, one soldier parts the bushes away and sees me. he thrusts a bayonet into my chest. ( I do not wake-up ) . I gasp and watch as pushes the blade further in. He looks at me with cool, uncaring eyes. I barely make a sound. then i woke up.
Peter sends us the following two dreams:
1 – In this dream, the teenagers were all caught up in a fad they called “kaleing”. They would sit in couples, each with garlands of kale around their necks, and quietly, sweetly graze on each other.
2 – A dream of witches. Not the earth-loving neopagan kind, or the cartoony variety, but chilling supernatural beings. I was walking down a dark alleyway in Minneapolis, with only shafts of moonlight and occasional patches of incandescence cast down from the windows of the old brick and wood city buildings to either side. It was a shivery fall night, and the wind was pushing small objects around the alleyway.
Then, a surge in the wind — and the air felt as I have never felt it before. It was as if the rivulets of the gust threaded right through my body. Every hair stood erect, and a whispering right behind my ear seemed to accompany the whoosh of air. “wwhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiitttchhhhhh…” Continue reading
Jason recalls this prescient dream:
This dream woke me up at 5am several years ago.
I was in an urban area and everything was more or less gray. There were two buildings and I knew that everyone had to get out of them but I didn’t know why. I went into one building and then the other but not only would no one listen to me, it’s like they couldn’t see or hear me. I was getting more and more frantic and desperate. Suddenly I was far away from the buildings, as if instantly teleported. In my mind’s eye I became aware of this man and I knew that when he opened his mouth something terrible was going to happen. With a maniacal grin he opened his mouth and I could see a vibrational pattern come out of it. I watched in horror as one of the buildings crumbled to the ground. I was screaming at the man to stop but he opened his mouth again and the second building crumbled. That’s when I woke up.
After falling back asleep I woke up again hearing George Bush’s voice on a radio outside talking about a terrorist attack, it was September 11th, 2001.
George writes:
My finger and toenails are pried off and the soft flesh that is used to the protection of the nail shells is exposed and open to the air. They are pried off with a sharpened pencil that digs into that soft flesh. Each is done one at a time. Slowly. The nails bend and shatter and that soft, soft finger and toe flesh is out in the open where it isn’t used to being and then something is there and it has a voice and I’m not sure if it is really happening or if it is a dream and I can’t move. I can’t move and my nails both toes and fingers are missing and that soft flesh is seeing the world and feeling the air for the first time. My insides are out in a simple simple way. And I want to scream but if I scream the something will know I’m there and I can’t move and my nails or my lack of nails are hurting and then my head is gone. I am not with my head. I am out in the field and I am still reeling from the lose of my toe and finger nails and the dirt is hurting the soft flesh that is exposed. And the dirt is salty. And it burns. It burns without any heat. It is a heatless burning. And the blankets are over my head and I can’t breathe. And this is turning me into a small and smaller thing that the big thing has cornered. And I can’t move. Continue reading
I dream of dada 